words,
they seduce me.
drawing me in and twirling me around them as if they were my lover.
their seduction, burrowing within my mind, is slow and tentative at first.
it comes at times inappropriate and often inconvenient,
but they don’t care.
tendrils of thoughts dangled just out of my reach, daring me,
they tease and taunt my desires, I yearn to grasp them,
haunting and evocative they are to my senses.
words, phrases even at times, that dance across the stage of my mind.
alluring, deceptively innocent looking they appear at first.
some have given up the pretense and offer instead the raw lust of need.
they are embers,
thinly veiled ,hiding the promise of their flames that will consume me.
words that I let roll over my tongue, spoken silently deep inside of me.
I taste them, I savour their substance and their texture in my mouth and my soul.
words that envelope my being as I surrender to their embrace of my dreams.
they give life to my darkness,
they allow my light to break free of the shadows,
even if only inside my own mind,
in my own voice.
words that speak in whispers or in screams of rage.
words murmured in passion and desire as the trysts of my fantasies are given shape.
they create wells of sadness impossibly deep to ever claw out of.
they are the words that encapsulate joys beyond what a heart can even imagine.
words that are so heavy you can feel their weight,
crushing and demanding.
words that lift me up and let me fly and see me gently tumble and turn as I fall,
laughing with the insanity of it all.
words that are so visceral and disgusting.
and so unfathomably beautiful that they don’t exist to our ears,
only in our minds do we find them.
I hold tightly to them once found,
treasure and cherished.
they seduce me.
words.
whisky sweet 